Winter
The melting moon has spent
all its expensive emissions
on cellular mass calls for dawn.
Bright nimbus of winter distortion
warps the distance into glass,
transparent drops softly freeze
in white subtle oblivion.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-09 at 12:52
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